It is a clear, cool Fall evening in Minnesota.
A perfect night for baseball with an old friend.
A perfect night for baseball with an old friend.
It is a classic David vs. Goliath match up.
The Yankee’s at the top of their game, trying to win a penant.
The Twins are only playing for pride and self respect. No post season for them this year.
We sit and talk on row six, just past the third base line.
Three hours to catch up on life, laugh hard, vent about the frustrations of work, etc…
We see a possible Grand Slam, spectacular plays, a two out top of the ninth homerun that brings the Yankee’s within one run of winning the game, the pressure mounting as the final out approaches the plate…strike one…strike two…strike three…Twins win! Twins win!
I love baseball.
